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Zal Gaz Grotto Club #34 Poster for Friday February 21, 2014:

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With the TSARS, Jimmy Ohio and the Ultimate Lovers, Blaire Alise & the Bombshells

TSARS: Jaan Pehechan Ho (2009)

…with exotic travel posters

 

 

TSARS poster from 2009

The image was also used on the 45 vinyl release. I got her backdrop, with the hookah and colored curtains, from one of my ancient vintage exotica records called…sounds of the suez?… or something….but then I photoshopped in my own bellydancer over the somewhat shabby one in the original picture.

Mermaid w/ Tsartini

made this as an illustration for a Tsong lyric I wrote for Tsars: Just finished the illustration, now that it’s been 2 years since I was in the band- and a Tsplendid band it still is-

Her Watery Lair
She hears her ocean call
It echoes in her shell-like ears
And she casts one more glance at me
And casts herself into the sea
She’s in Poseidon’s thrall
His rolling waves engulf the tears
She’s weeping as she sings to me
And pulls me down into the sea
Once in her arms I find in tentacles I am entwined
Sinking down below to fathom where the dead men go
She drags me down so deep
To realms of the Leviathan
To dark forbidden mysteries
That lie in wait beneath the sea
On her ocean bed I’ll sleep
Never more to walk on land
Her lips give one cold kiss goodnight
She slowly rises to the light.
I hope she doesn’t weep for me, it’s really not too deep for me
I’ve simply traded light and air for one night in her watery lair…

Tsartini

 

Photograph, Photoshop effects, appropriated Hokusai, OK at least I drew the skull, but it’s based on the original Tsars skull which  was drawn by someone else.

 

Tiki Girl Poster

The Amazon’s Mouth

My machete cleaves the jungle vines
I know the jaguar’s close behind
Me as I run with clumsy dread
With jodhpurs torn, the field guide’s dead
Doomed and lost deep in the bush
My gun discharged, my breath is rushed
The nightfall’s near, pith helmet gone
I know I’ll never see the dawn
Still I press on to the South
For succor
At the Amazon’s mouth

I wheel and stare in purple dusk
A charging boar with bloodied tusk
Falls to the jaguar’s gleaming fangs
Where the bright aguaje hangs
I fear I’ll feel those claws before
I can confess my sins once more
Stepping back my heel meets air
Into the Rio Paru there
I’m swept away, to the South
The mighty pull
Of the Amazon’s mouth.

The rapids roil, I fight for breath
Whirlpools swirl and promise death
Alligators snap and fight
Fierce piranha dart and bite
I sink with heavy khaki tattered
Nothing really seems to matter
Soon I’ll join my poor dear Rhonda
Constricted by an anaconda
Limp and lifeless, drifting out
I’m gone, released
In the Amazon’s mouth

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